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A Wish
I thought only of my pain and forgot yours and hers; were our days of joy feigned? were they real, those early fears?
It was different two years ago, when sheltered by golden-showered wall we drank tea amidst petunias at that peculiar servants' ball.
And then I went to see her in
disguise, through the front door of Hotel
Pearl and to my tail's utter surprise out of the back door in a whirl!
In
Jam Saheb's Sindhi baroque house all
stained glass and coloured tile, we
talked of wars we had fought and
the General's wily guile.
Then while Begum Akhtar belted out,
'yeh na thi hamari kismat'
I unravelled byzantine tales
of intrigue and cruel secrets.
And two years later, on the same day,
this is my wish for you
may 'she' keep you in love and care
like someone else you knew;
and may your grace also shine
upon my ancient twisted one,
whose tears can be borne no more
by a broken-hearted son.
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